One of the most adorable stories ever by a mom named Amelia, writing over at the Huffington Post about how her 8 year old son finally got to meet his “boyfriend,” Darren Criss, aka “Blaine” on the TV show Glee.
Darren Criss is 26, and while he’s straight, he plays a gay character on Glee. The boy has had a crush on Criss for two years now, since he was 6.
This story has so many feel-good angles to it.
First, how adorable that an eight year old boy has a crush on a 26 year old movie star. And then gets to meet him. And it’s everything he ever hoped for, and more.
Second, how wild that an eight year old – actually, make that 7 year old at the time – comes out to his parents as gay.
Third, how nice that a TV show helped the child come to terms with the fact that he was different, and it’s okay. The mom wrote a beautiful blog post about her son coming out to her, and how his crush on “Blaine” helped him understand that he was gay, rather than straight.
I was on the phone with a relative who had just discovered that I was blogging on The Huffington Post and openly discussing my son’s crush on Blaine. I was in another room alone (I thought), explaining, “We’re not saying he’s straight, and we’re not saying he’s gay. We’re saying we love who he is,” when my son’s voice piped up behind me.
“Yes, I am,” he said.
“Am what, baby?” I asked.
“Gay. I’m gay.”
My world paused for a moment, and I saw the “geez, Mom, didn’t you know that already?” look on my son’s face.
I got off the phone and leaned down to eye level with him and rubbed my nose against his. “I love you so much.”
“I know,” he said, and ran off to play with his brothers.
Fourth, how amazing that parents could be so accepting and loving as to not freak out when their seven-year-old son announces that he’s gay.
Well, Darren Criss is traveling around the country on a concert tour, and he was coming close enough to the boys’ hometown, that the parents decided to do a road trip to Chicago to see Darren Criss. And because she had written about Criss on her HuffPost blog, his people heard about it, and arranged a meeting for the boy with Darren in Chicago. In a different post, the mom writes about what happened next:
Eventually, the time did pass, and we were brought up to meet him. My kiddo was so nervous and anxious that he was practically jumping out of his skin. And then he was there, and my son met his first love. It was adorable. Darren Criss was charming and lovely, and my son was so shy but happy. As for their conversation, that’s not really mine to share. Maybe someday, when my kid is older, he’ll write about it, but until then, it remains as it should be: between him and Darren.
When it was my turn to talk, I found my normally sure-spoken self decidedly absent. What could I say to this young man who meant so much to my kid, this young man who, by playing a television character, had helped lead my son to tell me about his orientation and, by extension, helped change the trajectory of my own life toward activism? “Thank you” felt so insufficient, but it was all I had….
After the show, we made our way back to the hotel, and after an extensive discussion of which superhero is the fastest (The Flash won), we went to bed. My son gripped me into a fierce hug. “Mom,” he said to me, “meeting Darren Criss was all the trillions times better than a hotel with a pool.” I’ll take that as a “thank you.”
Do go read the rest of her post, it’s really wonderful.
So how’s that for a story to start your day?